Sky’ POV
I walked until the enormous, sleek glass building was just another distant skyscraper, blending into the brutalist horizon of the city. My legs were numb, but the rest of me felt like I was humming with a terrifying, raw energy. My heart, which had been a frantic drum against my ribs in Zayne’s presence, had slowed to a heavy, sickening thud. It wasn’t a pulse of life, it was a tolling bell, announcing a disaster I couldn’t outrun from?
The chill that ran through me had nothing to do with the cool autumn air. It was a deep, bone-aching fear, the kind that steals warmth from the inside. I was shivering by the time I reached Joyce’s apartment building, not from cold, but from the realization that I had just spent ten minutes in the gravitational pull of a man who saw right through
